𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥

v.

"I hate you!" Tweek shouts against his teeth.

His head jerks up and his lips crash against mine. I laugh against them, and I don't know if it's his first kiss, or his second or even his 25th, but I know when his mouth melts against mine it feels so fucking good. He feels so fucking good.

I'm engrossed with the taste of him. Old coffee grounds and a flavour of salt. It's addicting, and I hungrily lap my tongue along his button lip. It's not enough, I know he won't submit so easily. He never goes without a fight, after all. In one swift motion I jerk my hips along his. I don't know how much I've wanted this, but I know I've wanted it for a long time.

It grants a yelp, and I sneak my appendage inside. It's not a delicate dance of spit swapping. It's harsh jabbing and a wrestle for dominance. It's wrangle and pull and prod. I manage to stifle some moans, but he can't. He's a speaker for his grunting and sighing.

I pull away, and we're face to face, hot puffs of air channeled between us. I have him pinned against the wall, and his legs kick at my waist. They're just mock attempts now, he doesn't even resist his fingers tangling with mine.

Tweek's eyes are crazy, flinging back and forth across my face as heavy breaths tumble from his lips. The sight makes me twitch.

This is us. Dissected, peeled back, pushed open. I feel naked, even with my clothes on. The fact that these feelings, these absolutely sick feelings pent up inside me for so long were finally being recognized was unheard of. My body raced to the touch of his as my heartbeat screamed in my ears. It's wasn't romantic, or sweet, and that was the best part. I wonder what would happen after this, but I decided in the moment, I didn't care.

I tear each button from his shirt, leaving nibbles across his exposed skin. His fingers sink into me, and it's like hot nails across my back. I wince as I feel them drag down my spine.

"Fuck," I manage breathily. He just smiles that shit-eating-grin, and does something unimaginable. Very slowly and jarringly, he starts to grind against my jeans, hitting every spot just right making my head fall back. My breath catches in my throat.

"Y-you're so pathetic, you know that Tucker?" Tweek starts. "Never could own up. Never could amount to anything, never could tell your parents, c-couldn't tell me-!"

I throw the mess of blonde on my bed, the tight prison in my pants becoming unbearable. He shrieks as as I flip him over on his stomach. Every fabric clinging to my body is shredded off and thrown across the room. He follows, flinging his moss hoodie to the side as he unzips himself.

Tweek grudgingly teeters on his knees, ass up as I clumsily latch onto my bedside table. After fumbling with the drawer I manage to equip a condom and rip apart the wrapping. I decide to slow down and press at his entrance, he sighs. I manage two fingers, and even three.

It's a process like that, until he shoots me a look.

"Fucking get on with it - AGH!"

Had he done this before? The thought makes my head seethe. I don't grant the little fuck any mercy, I line myself up with him and manage to fit in one full thrust. Tweek gasps and it makes me shiver, but immediately his eyes proceed to roll back.

He whimpers when I pull out, but I just thrust again. The sensations, the feeling of me inside Tweek. It's exhilarating, and I didn't know it would feel this fucking good. I fall into rhythm that's fast and unforgiving, and he twists in the sheets and his mouth tries to make sounds. But all that comes out it "You - Ah - Fuck -"

"Cra - " He cuts himself off with another moan. I pull out.

Our eyes click. They're frantic and I know he's trying to comprehend why in all of fucking Earth I would stop, and I know he hates me more than ever.

"Say it."

He shakes his head at first, bucking his hips against mine. I hold him in place. My hand snakes around his waist and latches around his dick. His body creaks and shudders under the increasing pressure and lets out a tiny howl.

"Say it, Tweek."

"Craig! Craig! Fucking - don't stop, Craig! Please Craig, please!" His voice is fragile, just like glass. "I love you."

Everything is a blur after that, but I finish by giving him just what he wants. I relentlessly pound into him while chanting those words over and over and over in my head until I'm at my climax and I say it, too.

Then we collapse, into a broken pile in each other's arms.